At night I feel my grandfather
In a missing beat,
I see him in a chair
No longer there,
In a shitty comment
And a shittier grin.
Weezing on a oxygen tank
Swimming in half a lung,
I see him in an abscences of
My grandmother's eyes.
I see him in the man I am
And the man he raised.
I miss the man
Who was always there;
Wise, but unknowing
To his fate.
I went to bed late,
Woke to a whisper
That was his Life.